Today Lee and I stayed home "sick," playing our parts with pudding and JELLO. But as the way went on, I started to actually feel ill, which was unfortunate, but convenient.

I feel like Neopolitan ice cream, green blankets, big windows, sunshine,
Gin Rummy, Thelonious Monk.

And not blindly attempting to articulate myself for online college applications.

I like making Pre-school lunches where it's just a whole bunch of stuff cut into little pieces and put on a plate with a cup of juice. It's sort of like party food. I mean, vegetable tray? That's what kids are supposed to eat-- little pieces of vegetable. Cheese platter? Kids eat little squares of cheese. On crackers. Little cup of juice? Little ( Read more... )

It's been a long hard struggle ( Read more... )

It hasn't felt like the end of anything, which makes for awkward goodbyes, but simple small talk.

"Can you believe school is over?"
"No."

"Well, can you believe we're seniors"Of course not ( Read more... )

I'd like to blame daylight-savings-time for making me feel too slippery ( Read more... )

Drove up 360 ( Read more... )

So, after some amount of (welcome) confusion, it feels like February. During the warm days I thought, "Gee, maybe Spring isn't so bad after all, all I want to do is picnic with dreamsicles and bronzed bodies (or at least warm skin)" but then, and by then, I probably mean now, I realized a couple of things. One of them is that it is still Winter, ( Read more... )

A recent transcript ( Read more... )

I think that I like Christmas Eve better than Christmas Day ( Read more... )